The guard didn't blink, her expression cold and detached as she stepped over the bodies. Her target now was the pendant. She aimed her gun at the glass case and fired once more. The glass shattered instantly, sharp fragments flying in every direction. The pendant, which had once seemed indestructible, lay in shattered pieces along with the glass, the bullet having torn through its heart.
With her task complete, the guard holstered her weapon and pulled out her phone. She dialed a number, her fingers steady, and waited only a moment before the line connected.
"Boss, the work is done," she said flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.
